Those times when you wake in the wee morning hours and return to sleep the most vivid of dreams become part of your senses and this morning was such a time. The dream found it’s location on a dark day with clouds and no sign of the sun unraveling on a street which could be in anyone’s town.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
